The
hubby’s 27th Birthday was a few days ago.
I asked him weeks ago what he wanted and he said “Just a quiet evening
at home. No party. Just you and me and some alone time.”
Well,
I convinced him to stay home from work so that we could really have some of
that “alone time” while T.J. was at school.
He didn’t put up much of a fuss so I knew that he really didn’t want to
go in anyway.
I
let him sleep in, saw T.J. off to school and took Buster for a walk. When I got back with Buster, I checked to see
if Ian was still sleeping then went to the kitchen to make breakfast; scrambled
eggs, sausages, a fruit cup, a toasted English muffin with butter and a large mug
of tea. I set it all on a tray and took
it up to the bedroom to serve it to him in bed, letting Buster do the honors of
waking him up with a sloppy kiss.
After
breakfast, the morning went quietly. I
did a load of laundry while Ian watched some TV. Once the laundry was done, folded and put
away I went into the living room where Ian was sprawled on the couch in his
ratty gym shorts, the ones that are so loose he’s always flopping out of
them. I told him it was time for me to
give him one of his presents, but he had to come downstairs to get it. That got his attention. He turned off the TV and followed me down to
the basement. As I unlocked the play
room, Ian stripped off his shorts then immediately went inside to the two lally
columns in the center of the room.
That’s when he saw the workout bench off to the side.
After
securing Ian to the columns and blindfolding him, I took out the electric
razor. Ian has a fair amount of chest
and belly hair, not to mention his pubes, and it all had to go for what I had
in mind. When I was done with the
electric, I got to work with the hand razor, smearing warm shaving cream
everywhere the offending stubble remained.
On a whim, I also shaved Ian’s ass, making him as smooth as a baby’s
bottom. When I was done shaving him and
wiping the excess off with a damp cloth, Ian’s denuded cock was jutting out,
stiff and swollen, looking larger than it had in quite some time.
This
was going to be fun.
I
left Ian alone for a few moments as I rummaged through the boxes on the shelves
where we keep all our playroom supplies.
Just when I thought we had mislaid what I was looking for, I found them;
a large box of wooden, clamp-style clothespins and some candles. I put the box next to the workout bench and
went back to Ian. Leaving the blindfold
on, I untied Ian from the columns but left the restraints on him. I grabbed him by his freshly-shaved balls and
he jumped. I led him to the bench by his
balls, told him to sit then gently pushed him back and resecured his restraints
so that he could not move more an a few centimeters in any direction.
I
went back to the shelves, grabbed a few things and a tube of lube. After slathering his ass with the slippery
liquid, I played a little with his ass, first by manually stretching his hole
and finger-fucking him. I soon tired of
that and reached for one of the dildos I got from the shelf. I applied some lube to it and began working
it against his loosened hold. After a
moment it slipped in easily and I realized it was too small. I reached over and grabbed the thickest one I
had taken off the shelf. It was nearly as wide as my fist and covered with a
series of bumps and ridges. The business
end was tapered like a blunt arrowhead for easier insertion and without much
ceremony I began the assault on Ian’s ass.
He was moaning and writhing in pleasure as the monster dildo went
further and further inside him. That’s
when I flipped the switch on the dildo and turned it on. Ian moaned even louder and his hard cock
strained to get even harder. Its head
turning a gleaming purplish-red.
He
was ready.
I
left the vibrating dildo in place, confident that it would not slip out.
“This
is the pleasure,” I whispered lovingly in his ear. “Are you ready now for the pain?”
He
nodded quickly and grinned. “Yeah,
baby,” he whispered hoarsely. “Bring
it.”
“And
the safe word?”
“Vanilla.”
“Good
boy.” I kissed him then reached for a
clothespin, grabbed a little flesh from his chest and shut the clothespin on
it. He sucked in his lower lip and made
a small sound that was a cross between a moan and muffled yelp. I added another clothespin next to the
first. The sound got a little louder and
the muscles in his arms, legs and belly tightened against the pain.
Sweat
was dripping down Ian’s face and sides and pooling in his navel by the time I
closed the thirtieth clothespin on my love’s beautiful flesh. For the thirty-first clothespin, I moved down
to Ian’s balls. He was whimpering now,
tears dampening the blindfold, escaping from beneath it and mingling with the
sweat. I clamped thirty clothespins to
Ian’s freshly-shaved balls before securing the first one to the left side of
his cock shaft. I alternated sides of
Ian’s shaft, working from the base to the head, fastening a dozen clothespins
on either side.
I
left him there on the workout bench, panting and whimpering, for several
moments while I went to the bathroom.
When I came back Ian had quieted down.
I
kissed each of Ian’s hard nipples then kissed him on the lips. “I love you,” I whispered in his ear. Then I gave his clothespin-tortured cock a
playful slap. He gasped and chocked back
a moan. “I’m going to light your
birthday candle now.” His body tensed
for a moment then he forced himself to relax and he smiled. I lit the paraffin candle, the brief odor of
sulpher wafting through the air, and held it several inches above Ian’s
chest. The wax melted easily and dripped
onto his chest. He
muffled a loud groan. I grew hard in my
shorts as I watched the hot wax congeal.
I dripped more wax on him, in another place. Soon his chest and belly were dotted with splotches
of dried wax. I lit another candle and
continued. Ian was moaning and his
clothespin-tormented cock jerked spasmodically, each spasm adding another jolt
of pleasurable pain.
After
the second candle was finished and the congealed wax covered Ian’s chest and
belly almost completely, I lit a third; this one to use on his cock and
balls. “This is going to hurt a little
more,” I whispered as I pushed Ian’s hard cock against his wax-covered
belly. I let a long stream of melted wax
hit his left ball. Ian let out his
loudest moan yet.
“Do
you want me to stop?”
Ian
shook his head vigorously.
More
melted wax. The right ball this
time. Another loud moan.
I
grabbed hold of the bright purplish-red crown of Ian’s cock and pulled it away
from his belly. I let a stream of hot
wax fall onto the top of Ian’s rigid shaft, coating it from its base all the
way up to the mushroom head. I went back
to Ian’s balls and gave them another coating of wax then blew out the stub of
the candle.
I
stripped off my shorts and stood naked before my tortured lover. I ran my fingers lightly up his body from his
knees to his wrists, my hard cock brushing against his side. Ian shuddered at my light touch. I started removing the clothespins from his
chest. When I unclamped the last of the
clothespins there were angry red lines across his chest. I removed Ian’s blindfold before moving down
to his tortured cock and began removing the clothespins from his quivering shaft. When the last of those had been removed and
before I started taking off the ones on his balls I gave his shaft a
squeeze. The dried wax began to crack
apart; a few pieces flaked off. I played
with his hard cock more, rubbing and squeezing it until most of the wax had
fallen off.
I
fisted Ian’s cock while the dildo in his ass vibrated away and his balls were
still adorned by all those clothespins.
I fisted him hard and savagely, squeezing as I pounded his tortured
dick. It was not long before Ian sucked
in his chest, bucked his ass off the workout bench and stiffened his legs. I knew the signs well enough to know he was
at the point of no return. I squeezed
and pounded his dick a few seconds more before he shot that first rope of milky
cum. It landed near his left
nipple. The second spurt reached his
chin. When I let go of his cock, his
chest was a mess of cracked and flaking wax and spent cum.
I
couldn’t wait any longer. I reached down
between Ian’s legs, grabbed the base of the dildo that was still vibrating
away, pulled it out, switched it off and dropped it to the floor. Then I positioned myself between his open
legs and without so much as another squirt of lube, rammed my cock inside
him. I fucked him hard and deep, making
his cock and balls bounce. Ian moaned
loudly with each of my thrusts since his balls were still covered in
clothespins.
It
didn’t take long for me to cum, just a minute or so, but when I did, I was
breathing hard. I slammed my dick as far
up his hole as it would go and held it there as I spasmed inside him. As I came, I locked eyes with Ian and he gave
me the most contented, shit-eating grin that I just had to smile back.
“Happy
birthday,” I said as I pulled out of him.
I unclipped the clothespins from his balls after a moment then undid the
restraints at his arms, allowing Ian to sit up on the workout bench. I leaned down and kissed him.
As
he stretched contentedly, I took hold of his softening cock and began lightly
massaging his balls. Ian reached over to
me, grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back to him. We kissed once more then I began to undo the
restraints at his feet as he picked at the dried wax still on his skin.
I
went over to the sink, moistened a hand towel and tossed it to him so he could
clean himself up a little. I did the
same for myself. I looked at Ian as he
stood by the workout bench and rubbed the flakes of wax off and my softening
cock started to get hard again. “I’m
going upstairs to take a shower,” I said as I headed for the playroom door. “Be a dear and clean up all that dried wax for
me. Then you can take your shower before
T.J. gets home from school. And don’t
forget we’re going out to dinner later.”
We
got to the T.G.I.Friday’s in Forest Hills a little before five and were back
home about seven-thirty. Less than an
hour later several friends dropped for cake.
Ian was surprised that so many came over and gave me that ‘I told you no
party’ look. I told him it was his birthday
and our friends wanted to wish him a happy one and that he could fuck me later
when everyone was gone.
And
fuck me he did.
And
I loved it!
Because
of Ian’s interest in musical theater, we’ve gone to quite a number of Broadway
shows over the last few years. We saw
the revival of Les Miserables, The Phantom of the Opera and Jersey Boys just to name a few. Well, last night we went to see Cinderella. When Ian got the tickets and told me about
it, I thought it was going to one of those Disney productions, like The Lion King or Mary Pippins, and I was curious how they were going to include the
mice, Jac and Gus, but it actually turned out to be the Rogers and Hammerstein
production, so I was pleasantly surprised.
While it may not have been my first choice, I quite enjoyed it. I had seen the TV version back in 1997, the
one with Whitney Houston, but this one was a bit different, the story was fuller
with a couple of sub-plots that were new to this production. I did think that part of the second act
dragged a little, but overall, it was a really good show. Not sure what I want to see next. Maybe Kinky
Boots or Newsies. 
